Brody is not Emmett, nor should he be. There is a lot I have yet to learn about Brody: his personality, his likes and dislikes and quirks. I am excited for that period of discovery. I have been blessed with such vivacious pets in my life, from crotchety Taffy to daft Nuke, mild Mu and the inimitable Emmett. I can’t wait to find out who Brody will be. I’ve already found that he, unlike my other dogs to date, has begun bonding immediately with people other than myself in the family. That is great. And yet so different.
Nonetheless, there will obviously always be things that call up certain memories, some aspect of personality or carriage that reminds me of my dogs past.
Brody has Emmett’s eyebrows. Quizzical, raising from one side to the other like Groucho Marx at some puzzling beetle or a command he has yet to comprehend. I like that they share that.
I never knew Emmett as a puppy. I like to think that he maybe looked similar to Brody.
Not the same. But some similarities.